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Ludwig Wannabe-thoven

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I know how Beethoven felt.

No, I can hear you just fine. I refer instead to his reputed difficulty in coming up with material for compositions. Once he had something, stand back – but that initial jolt of inspiration proved much more difficult for old Ludwig than, say, Mozart, who constantly scribbled his creative ideas in a little notebook he carried around.

[Daddy! He’s comparing himself to Beethoven again!]

[Now, listen, son, we’ve been through this before. You can’t go around comparing yourself to the greatest composer who ever lived. You can’t even write music. You can barely READ music. This smacks of hubris].

Well, OK, not exactly like Beethoven: not the lead poisoning part, or the deafness part, or the wild hair part, or the alcoholic father part, or the near-suicidal depression part. Or, now that you mention it, the music part. Nor do I speak German. Well we did have at least that one creativity block in common. He did it with music; I, with blog posts.

[Now son, you have to stop that. You’re leaving yourself wide open to ridicule.]

I can’t say that a wisp of an idea provides enough material for me to wax ironic, and I certainly can’t turn two words into a masterpiece. But with a few minutes in front of the keyboard, something interesting might happen.

[OK, you’ve gone too far. That use of the word “keyboard” was deliberate. You’re grounded. No posting this weekend.]

Well, it looks like writer’s block has kicked in again, just in time for the weekend. Hmph.


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April 30, 2010 at 8:36 am

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Take this Job and Love It

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Until recently, I had a part-time job writing content for a series of retail web sites. The pay was half decent, the boss understanding, the coworkers sweet and knowledgeable, and the hours flexible. I couldn’t stand it, so I quit.

Truth be told, I’ve never worked directly under anyone objectionable. I did once work in purchasing for a company whose president decided to assert his power by withholding approval for advance payments for the supplies I had to order, claiming that he had no other tools to make sure his underlings negotiated favorable terms for various transactions. Hey, thanks, pal. Let me just explain that to the suppliers, because they’ll be thrilled to deal with a company that functions purely on spite. But my immediate bosses (I had three during my tenure) did a very good job shielding me and my associates as best they could from the arbitrary changes of direction that emanated from the room at the end of the hallway. That arbitrariness eventually drove me to leave the company in the midst of a recession.

A couple of years later, I snagged a position in journalism, translating items from a Middle East media outlet for a particular audience in the U.S. My supervisor made sure to find me additional work with other projects to help pay the bills. She and the rest of the team worked their tails off and never lost patience. Unfortunately, the owner’s disastrous financial and managerial decisions drove the company to bankruptcy within a month or two of my arrival.

Actually, I take back my original statement. I have worked directly for someone objectionable: I’ve been self-employed for a good number of years. My boss at this job manages time poorly; forgets to eat when he gets busy, adversely affecting my work; and leaves his workspace an unholy mess. Someone should fire that guy, but his boss would make me sleep on the couch as a result, so we’d better not go there. I wonder whether I could arrange for some other company to recruit that guy to a higher-paying job…

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April 29, 2010 at 8:34 pm

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There Oughtn’t Be a Law

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Many of us have heard the expression, “When I run the world…” to express objection to some aspect of the status quo; it ranks up there with,”There oughtta be a law…”

In general, I agree with nearly every sentiment contained in such indignant pontifications; they tend toward enforcement of community standards, decency, morals and just plain consideration of others. The real message of the statement resides in the rejection of a bad situation or experience. However, there must be a better way to express it, since it rests on a horrifying assumption. I, for one, harbor no illusions that the world would be a better place if I ran it.

For one thing, I can’t stand soccer. If anyone wants to understand the appeal or effect of pagan idolatry so excoriated in the Bible, just go to any match of national significance south of the Rio Grande. American football fans may make good hooligans, but true barbarian status has so far eluded them; not so for the neighbors to the south. So I’d ban soccer, but that would deprive countless lost souls of the opportunity to waste vast stretches of their lives vicariously succeeding and failing at getting a ball across a line into a net. We can’t have that.

Certain turns of phrase would get the axe, as well. “At the end of the day” would be employed only to refer to the actual end of the actual day. “Literally” would be used only when the speaker meant it literally. Anyone caught using the phrase “peace process” would feel my wrath in the form of paper cuts and lemon juice. And if I caught you trying to resurrect the information superhighway, you’d be sorry you ever heard the term. But while encountering those terms gives me headaches, I can’t see the effort as anything more than Sisyphean. People are just too endlessly idiotic when it comes to beating the living hell out of the language, and it would just be mean-spirited to remove the only chance such poor, pathetic losers have of coming close to a real creative experience.

Beyond those major policy obstacles, I know that my administrative skills leave something to be desired. Within a day and a half of my assuming the mantle of authority, the world would fall behind on its gravity and magnetism payments, making any policies moot as everyone perished from asphyxiation and exposure to cosmic rays. So we’re better off with me sitting right here by the computer instead of out there, making an absolute mess of things. At the end of the day, the literal mess already in place remains preferable to the alternative.

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April 29, 2010 at 12:18 pm

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We Interrupt this Update

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If by some chance you’ve been in suspended animation since about 1983, you might want to brush up on a few issues so you can regain some semblance of functionality.

To wit: the Walkman is so passé as to qualify as an antique. A cheap, dime-a-dozen antique, but an antique nonetheless. Nowadays we prefer any one of a number of mp3 players, which –

Right. Em-pee-three. Computerized, digital file storage; there’s lots of digital media. No, not finger painting. Digital, you know, as opposed to analog? Digital doesn’t only refer to –

Look, we’re not talking the same language, apparently. You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means. No, I’m not mocking you; that’s a line from The Princess Bride, a 1988 movie. Yes, I’ll put it aside for you. We have it on both VHS and DVD, so you can  –

DVD. Digital Video Disc. Yes, yes, that word again. It’s a much more efficient way of storing movies, and it doesn’t degrade over time like VHS tape; no, no one uses Beta. Good Lord, what millennium do you inhabit? Hello? Beuller?

Sorry, that was also from a movie, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. 1986, I think. What, you think cinema ended with The Godfather? I got news for you, McFly. There’s a –

McFly. 1985. Back to the Future.

I’m sorry, I really have to exert more self control, be the master of my domain. Pompous? No, that’s just a catch phrase from Seinfeld, a 1990s comedy series about, well, nothing. You had to be there, I’m told. Yes, well, I was there, and I’m pretty sure I’m one of the few who realizes it wasn’t really funny at all, like I’m one of the good guys in The Matrix, and  –

Matrix. A 1999 sci-fi adventure film. Hey, calm down; there’s plenty that hasn’t changed:

The Cubs still haven’t won a World Series since 1908 or so. Someone named Assad is still running Syria. The fastest land mammal is still the cheetah. A motley crew of idiots still believes the moon landings were faked, and a similar group sees a massive cover-up of events surrounding the Kennedy assassination. The US military is involved in a land war in Asia (sorry, another Princess Bride reference). The Rolling Stones are still touring. And Generalissimo Francisco Franco is still dead (Oh, you got that one!).

You know, maybe you can actually explain something or two to me, since you were around then: what’s the appeal of bell bottoms?

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April 28, 2010 at 9:00 pm

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I’ll Have the Hero-Shima Sandwich.

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We often hear that a certain combination of people, ideas and objects constitutes a recipe for disaster. But has anyone actually gone to the trouble of developing such a recipe?

Don’t answer that; we know the situation. Once again, the task falls to yours truly to explore the unexplored, dank areas of the human psyche, such as Marmite. Come to think of it, Marmite frightens yours truly, so we won’t go there this time. Yours truly is quite happy not to have that task today.

OK. A recipe for disaster, followed by variations:


1/2 cup plutonium
5g (about 1/8 tsp) uranium
1 Japanese port city

Process the first two ingredients in a centrifuge until pure, approx. 3 years. Detonate at 6,000 degrees Fahrenheit over Japanese port city. Serves 45,000-60,000.


1. Process for only 6 months. Before detonation, add crumbs and ice cream, making sure to smear some on the outside of the container. This is also known as a dirty bombe.

2. Fiddle with the presentation. For example, instead of a drop-type formulation, try garnishing with pieces of sugarless gum and serving as the perfect dessert to your launch. This variation is known as the Trident missile.

3. Sprinkle shiitake or porto bello right after serving, making sure to fluff up the fungi as much as possible for the most convincing mushroom cloud.

4. Garnish with mugwort and serve from very close. This is known as a Chernobyl.

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April 28, 2010 at 11:59 am

Here’s Kid, Lookin’ at You

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Like most people, I find it difficult to work while someone looks over my shoulder. This usually extends even to the mere presence of another human in the room, not necessarily one paying real attention to my activity. As I type this, however, another human stands right next to me, and the text on the screen in no way aims to elicit a reaction from her.

See, she’s not yet three (“Daddy…my nose is running”). That changes things. Aside from the sheer cluelessness of the preschooler set, one derives no joy from getting a rise out of the visual eavesdropper (I can use BOLD, ALL CAPS WORDS TO BRING ATTENTION TO THE FACT THAT SHE JUST PICKED HER NOSE AND SHOWED HER WORK, but she will not react) by revealing all sorts of compromising information on screen (SHE CAN’T TELL THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN MONET AND RENOIR, OR BETWEEN BYRON AND SHELLEY). (OK, BAD EXAMPLE).

Which is not to say that little kids don’t know what’s going on around them. We have a recording of the 1985 King’s Singers album The Beatles Connection, the first track of which is their a capella Penny Lane. Upon hearing the first few lines, said toddler said, “They sing Submarine.” The King’s Singers don’t even have a version of Yellow Submarine. How the hell did she do that?

In the cluelessness and ignorance, however, lies a fabulous blessing available mostly to teachers and parents. Ten years ago I worked as an English teacher for adults, and the greatest moments of the day involved one of the students “getting it.” It provided special gratification when that student struggled overall (many of my students were not, to put it charitably, the brightest drawers in the deck) – that moment of comprehension, and the look on a person’s face when it strikes, make for thrilling experiences.

So it is with gratitude and anticipation that I interact with certain clueless people. The terminally clueless are a different story, and we shall save that for a time when I feel like ranting.

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April 28, 2010 at 5:31 am

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From Bad to Verse

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There once was a blog from Nantucket
That spewed forth as if from a bucket
Whose readers incanted,
“We’ve read what you’ve ranted;
Where the sun shines you now can go stuck it.”

The blogger, nonplussed, soon reacted:
He created, proofread and redacted
Reams of scholarly lore
Such as not seen before
Well, not by a PC, but a Mac did.

This did piss off the IBM crowd
Who did flame him with flames hot and loud
But he saw it all coming
And typed right along, humming
(His data’s safe; it’s in the cloud).

When the story broke in that day’s news
(Depending which outlet you choose)
The predicted reaction
Of the far-right-wing faction
Could be scripted by dolts: Blame the Jews!

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April 22, 2010 at 7:27 am

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